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Subject: {ASSM} Writhing To The Top (M+/F+, MC, BDSM. Consensual )
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Writhing to The Top (M+/F, MC, BDSM, Humiliation, Torture)





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   There wasn't a ray of light in the dungeon.  I could feel Deb's strained
breath on my face as she punctuated her moments of pain with sharp gasps. I
suppose she could feel mine too.  The two of us were nose to nose, only
inches apart, firmly gagged and secured chest down to separate whipping
benches.  Whoever designed these benches knew what they were doing.  My
torso rested on the upper part of the bench that was maybe a foot wide and
long enough to reach from my chin to the top of my groin.  The bench curved
in below my shoulders so my nipples were exposed.  Deb's tits hung straight
down.  My cock and balls hung off the end.  My knees were attached on the
lower part, which were actually two movable arms.  My legs were angled out
so someone could stand between them right at my asshole, cock, and balls.
My arms stretched out straight down toward the floor and were tightly
manacled to the base of the bench.  My head was slightly titled back and
upward so I faced forward.  I looked and felt like a roasted pig although
instead of an apple there was a leather gag tightly fastened in my mouth.
Deb's bench was the same.  The end result was that the two of us were
restrained on all fours, dog style, with our private parts fully exposed
and accessible to whatever Ben and Stella planned.



   By the way, I'm Nick.  Deb and I are married and live in Manhattan. 
Deb's an assistant editor for one of the NY publishing companies and I'm a
lawyer.  I specialize in corporation law.  We're both early thirties and
still trying to establish ourselves in our professions.  I'm working hard
to make partner and Deb's trying to become a senior editor for fiction.



   For early thirties, we are in good shape.  Deb teaches both step
aerobics and spin classes at the Manhattan Athletic Club.  I play in a
basketball league a couple of times a week.  I'm 6'1" and 175 pounds.  For
those of you interested in that kind of thing, I have a nice thick 8.5 cock
with a bulging red head that selected women have fallen in love with.  Some
of the faggots at the gym can't take their eyes off it either when I am in
the shower or sauna.  Deb's got a great figure with nice 34C knockers and
those long legs that get men erect in a NY minute.  She is something of an
exhibitionist about her legs wearing skirts that are very, very short.  She
says its good for her career at the publisher.  We were at the stage in our
lives where career was paramount.  Job wise we were both making progress
but slowly.



   When you work as hard as we do, your sex life can take a back seat.  Deb
and I worked hard to prevent that.  But there were times that where one
wanted to fuck and the other was to worn out to reciprocate.  We did a lot
of oral and less real fucking due to fatigue.  After a while, we decided
that we needed to up the priority on sex even at the expense of careers. 
Our effort to accomplish that has brought us to this dungeon scene. 
However, some times career and personal objectives come together in
unexpected ways.  Much to my surprise, especially given the way things
started out, this was to be the case.



   When the lights had been on Deb and I were staring into each other's
face while Ben and Stella "prepared us" for this phase of our BDSM training
and exploration.  I tried to estimate how long our "masters", Ben and
Stella, had been gone; but that was hopeless, the time was impossible to
gauge.  The two of them had casually turned out the lights in their
basement dungeon and left with saying a word.  Deb frequently moaned
through the gag.  The pain in her breasts must have been excruciating;
although I was sure it was not any worse than what I felt in my ball sack
and nipples, not to mention the paper clamp that was crushing the tip of my
pecker.



   I kept trying to shift my body to lessen the stress on my gonads.  My
nipples had gone numb from the clamps that Ben tightened to the point that
I started screaming in my gag.



   "Once you start screaming like that, I give them three more full turns
just to make sure you understand how nipple torture works." Ben had said
when he heard my first scream.



   The pain was too awful for words, far more than I had anticipated.  I
remember when I was on my high school football team that one of the varsity
players had grabbed one of the freshman's nipples with a pair of pliers.  I
recall how he screamed and cried and begged.  I felt sorry for him but was
still glad that those pliers were not gripping my nipple.  The coach had
put the varsity guy up to it.  He felt the freshman needed motivation.  Why
are most high school football coaches sadists?  I was pretty sure that Ben
was not trying to motivate me; just cause me intense pain, so much pain I
kept wishing I would pass out.



   Hell, I had anticipated a mild ass whipping followed by some serious
fucking.  We came here to "explore and learn" about BDSM with Ben and
Stella.  This was supposed to be a training experience.  If I had known it
was going to be this intense, I would have said forget it.  God, we should
have gotten to know them better before we allowed them to get us under
their complete control.  I can barely move a muscle.  Suppose something
happened and they left us here.  What if they went to the store and got
into an accident.  We could die down here before anyone found us.  I told
myself to calm down.  Getting into a state of panic would only make matters
worse.  Maybe reviewing how we got to this point would keep my mind
occupied.



   Deb moaned and that made me wonder how Deb felt about S&M now that her
tits were in that contraption that Stella had attached to Deb's ample
boobs. When I last saw them before the lights went out they were purple as
an eggplant with little drops of blood slowly dripping down on to the
floor. The reason for the blood was that each boob had maybe a hundred
tacks embedded in both sides of her breast.  Serves her right, this was
more her idea than mine.  She was the one that complained our sex life had
gotten stale and that it was time to explore.  Well, after three years of
marriage, we were doing it only once a week at most and there was none of
the old intensity that it used to have.  I had agreed thinking Deb was
ready for a little mate swapping.  That would have been great especially
with her best friend Doris and Doris's husband, Alex.  More than once, I
had fantasized about getting my Johnson inside Doris's hot little snatch.
Doris looked like a girl who knew what a cock was for and if screwing Doris
meant that Alex could slip it to Deb then so be it.



   But Deb had explained that simple mate swapping was not the direction
she intended.  Deb brought home some S&M videos from the adult rental store
located over on 53rd Street.  I thought the videos were sort of pathetic.
No one seemed to be getting whipped all that hard.  The videos except for a
couple of the amateur productions looked fake and Deb agreed they were not
all that realistic, But phony as they were; I could tell that Deb was
really turned on by them.  Deb went out to the same adult store and bought
a ridding crop.  Then while she watched an S&M video and rammed a dildo in
her cunt, I smacked her boobs with the crop until she climaxed.  It was
quite a climax.  Deb had writhed on the bed and hollered and moaned,
begging me to whip her tits harder and harder.



   Then Deb had used the crop to whip my cock while I jerked off.  All
right, it too was a turn on and I did get a raging hard on and shot cum
practically over my head.  Some days after that, Deb announced that the two
of us were both submissive and we would need to find a dominant couple to
really teach us about S&M.  Deb had been going out on the Internet into
chat rooms dedicated to S&M.  I reasoned that meant we were back to wife
swapping but with a little kink thrown in.  At the time, I decided that if
getting a little strange pussy on the side meant having to take a spanking
first, then I would gladly agree.  I told Deb I was willing if she was and
left the search for a dominant couple in Deb's horny hands.  My law
practice had gotten very busy and I had been too preoccupied to participate
in Deb's search for the proper couple.



   It had been a week ago that Deb presented me with the letter and
photograph of Ben and Stella Cameron.  The photo was not anything like I
had expected.  There was Benjamin standing with Stella seated on the
terrace of a mansion.  Two large dogs sat alertly beside them.  The dogs
were a matched pair of Harlequin marked Great Danes.  I could imagine what
a pair of matched animals like that must cost.  Ben was wearing a suit and
Stella a dress.  They look far more like they belonged in Town & Country
magazine than Bondage Monthly.  They were a handsome well-dressed couple,
obviously quite wealthy.  I glanced at the front of the envelope.



   "These people live in the Hamptons?  They must be rich.  Isn't this a
little out of our league?" I asked Deb.



   "There's nothing wrong with being rich.  I've talked to both of them and
they have invited us out for next weekend.  They loved our pictures.  I
sent them some of the ones we took in Aruba last March.  They say they have
a lot of experience with newbies and will respect our limits.  I think Ben
has a cruel sexy mouth and Stella is quite attractive.  They're older than
us but I think that's a good thing, given that we want to learn and
explore" Said Deb.



   Stella did look fine in a light blue knit suit that looked like it was
bought at Bergdorf-Goodmans in the couture department.  She had on a
fashionably short skirt that showed nice legs.  I imagined myself between
those legs licking her snatch before I slipped my cock in her.  Ben looked
to be a big guy, tall and trim.  Looking back on it, the fact that they
were rich caused me to worry less than I should have.  If they had been
poor or even struggling professionals trying to afford a Manhattan
lifestyle like us, I would have been more cautious.  Maybe I assumed that
rich people won't hurt you, they have too much to lose.



   The letter was brief and stated that that they had been a practicing
dominant couple for more than ten years.  Their biggest thrill was in
bringing new people into the BDSM lifestyle and they were looking forward
to meeting us and hearing more about our fantasies and goals.  The letter
also mentioned that they went to great lengths to insure that proper safety
and hygiene rules were followed.



   "I checked your calendar and next weekend you're free.  Can I tell them
we're coming?" asked Deb.



   "All right, but you realize that you are going to wind up stripped naked
with this guy's cock in you after he spanks your pretty ass?" I said



   "I know and that makes me so horny, especially knowing you will be
nearby going down on his wife with your red rear end point in the air."
Said Deb



   "Let's fuck." I said



   "Okay, but give me a second to call them and tell them we will be there
around noon this coming Saturday" said Deb



   Well Deb made the call and we piled into bed and fucked like we did on
our honeymoon.  I decided that if just thinking about S&M made Deb that
eager, it was going to be very hot when we were really practicing S&M.



   Saturday morning, Deb and I browsed Map Quest and printed directions to
Ben and Stella's estate.  Their place actually had a name, Elmwood Hill. 
It was a pleasant drive out the Long Island Expressway into one of the
richest communities of the United States.  Their home looked like one of
those estates they advertised in the New York Times magazine as a good buy
for $15million.  Located on a cliff overlooking the ocean, there were acres
of grounds and the main house consisted of several wings.  There was a
swimming pool and tennis courts and a large formal garden.  They started by
taking us on a tour of their stables where Ben kept his polo ponies.  There
was a clubroom in the stable building where one wall was lined with
trophies won in polo.  There were pictures of Ben charging across a field
mallet in hand pursuing a white wooden ball.  These people had serious
wealth.



   It was a nice day and we ate lunch with the Cameron's on a terrace
overlooking Long Island Sound.  Ben and Stella had cautioned us not to
discuss anything about our visit in front of the servants.  After lunch,
the servants would leave for the weekend and we could start to as Ben
called it, "play".



   Certainly, Ben and Stella did everything possible to put us at ease.  As
I chatted with Stella I wondered what it would be like when she was impaled
on my cock.  I could tell that Ben was interested in Deb's body.  It would
be stepping across a certain line for me to watch another man fuck my wife.
Deb and I had discussed that several times.  Truthfully, I was looking
forward to seeing another cock fucking my wife.



   "Look, no matter who or how many other men I have intercourse with, you
will still be my husband and the love of my life.  This is sex not love."
Explained the always-practical Deb.



   Well that sounded acceptable and I responded in the same vain.  Still it
would be different to see Deb with another man's cock inside her.  Deb said
she would be aroused beyond control when she saw me pounding away at
another pussy.  I suppose that after three years of marriage we were
mentally ready to try something different.



   After lunch, the servants cleared the dishes and left.



   "Are you two ready to see our play space?" asked Ben



   "We would love to.  You too are so nice to take time for a couple of
newbies like us." Said Deb



   With that, they conducted us down several flights of stairs into a
basement area below the main house where the walls were constructed of
stone.  I remember thinking that this certainly looked like a dungeon. 
They took us into a small bare room.



   "This room is where the slaves undress while we go next door and put on
our dominant attire.  The S&M role-play starts when we return.  We are to
be addressed as Master and Mistress.  So you too strip while Stella and I
change.  When we return you should be naked and on your knees.  Oh, put
these slave collars on.  You are not allowed to speak unless asked to by
either of us.  You are not to look directly in our face.  Keep your eyes
downcast.  If you break any of the rules, you will be punished severely."
Said Ben



   When they left, Deb and I started to undress.



   "Last chance to back out?" I asked



   "You must be joking.  I am so turned on I am ready to cum right now. 
This place is so cool.  I feel like I am in a different world," said Deb
who was shedding her clothes.

   When Ben and Stella returned, the two of us were as required.  I had
started to get a little bit of an erection.  I admit I was turned on also.



   Ben and Stella were certainly dressed for the part.  There must be a
tailor somewhere on this earth where rich people can go and say, "Suit me
up like the Marquis DeSade".  Stella had on very high fuck me pumps, a
leather miniskirt and matching leather bra.  Ben wore a leather pant that
exposed his sizeable cock and a leather vest.  He was all muscle too. 
Their outfits were pretty much what you would expect but they fit well and
were of the best quality.



   Stella's skirt had a slit up the middle that revealed a shaved pussy
with some rings inserted in the labia.  Ben had what I recall is a "Prince
Albert" ring installed in the head of his cock.  I thought that must have
hurt when they put it in.  I should also mention they each carried a small
nasty looking whip and had another kind of whip attached to their belts. 
There was also something that looked like a flashlight, more about that
later.



   They walked around and inspected us, tapping us lightly with their whip.
I received a sharp blow to my butt that startled me and caused me to look
up at Ben.  That was my first mistake.  I got several really hard blows on
my back that made me start to regret the whole S&M venture.  They attached
leashes to our collars and declared us to be slaves and we were forced to
crawl into the next room.  This room could be best described as resembling
a car wash bay in a garage.  The walls and floor were tiled.  There were
several faucets and hoses.  There was even a large drain in the middle of
the floor.  My first thought was that they were going to wash us off.



   That was also the place where Deb and I were first introduced to the two
whipping benches.  My initial impression was that the large set of four
wheels made them resemble a hospital gurney.  They were constructed of
metal with padding for where your torso and knees rested.  They were light
and easy to maneuver but had a wide footprint and were remarkably steady.
Later when I was screaming and shaking, I was surprised how little they
shook in spite of the efforts of my 175 pounds.



   Deb and I were quickly fastened to the benches.  Once Deb was secure,
Ben decided to give her a really thorough man handling.  He felt her tits
and then her pussy.  I got turned on watching him play with my wife's
pussy. Stella considered that an infraction.



   "The slave is getting hard watching you finger fuck his wife." Said
Stella to Ben



   "Whip his cock until it is soft." Said Ben.



   Stella proceeded to bring her whip down on my semi-hard cock with enough
force that I saw stars.



   "That was too hard." I yelled making a second serious mistake.



   "We told you to only speak when asked a question by the Master or
Mistress" said Stella who then proceeded to whip me until I was a
blubbering fool begging her to desist.  I lost my breath and could not talk
so Stella stopped.  I would say she hit me ten times as hard as she could,
mainly on my cock and balls.  I managed to keep quiet through the first
five blows but for he last five I was screaming at the top of my lungs.  On
the other side of the room, I could see that Ben was busy stroking Deb's
clit and she had become enormously turned on watching Stella whip me
senseless.  That was when Deb screwed up and said



   "That feels so good Ben.  I'm going to cum," whispered Deb making her
own first major mistake.



   "No one asked you to talk, whore," said Ben who promptly stopped finger
fucking my wife and began to whip her back, ass, and cunt.  Deb can scream
when she wants to and her howls ricocheted off the tile walls.  Ben's
whipping Deb gave me a reprieve and I sort of collected myself.  I thought
it was time to announce, "Listen Ben and Stella, you've been marvelous
hosts and lunch was terrific but it appears BDSM is not for Deb and I.  If
you will untie us, we are going to leave now.  Sorry for all the bother we
caused." However, there was something inside my head that said they would
ignore my announcement and that Stella would whip my ass until it bled for
making it.



   Ben gave Deb about twenty-five of his best.  When he was done, Deb
looked at me with tear filled eyes.  It looked like her commitment to the
S&M lifestyle was being reconsidered.



   "Let's clean them out." Said Ben.



   Stella went over to a stainless steel table and put on a clear plastic
apron and a pair of rubber surgical gloves.  She kicked her shoes off and
slipped on a pair of knee high rubber boots.  She handed Ben a similar pair
of gloves and boots.  Then she picked up two large douche bags and some
other apparatus and took them to a metal sink.  She poured a small amount
of fluid from a blue bottle in each bag and then filled them with water. 
She shook the bags to mix the water with the bottle's contents.  She hung
each bag from a hospital IV stand.



   It dawned on me.  My God they're going to give us an enema.  Deb and I
were not complete strangers to enemas.  Last year, when we started being
concerned about our declining sex life, Deb had let me fuck her ass.  We
had bought an enema kit at the drug store after I had managed to get shit
everywhere but the ceiling on our first try.



   Stella maneuvered my bench so I could see what they were going to do to
Deb.  Stella began by squeezing a handful of lubricant out of a tube and
applying it to Deb's butt hole.  She worked her fingers inside my wife's
little brown hole causing Deb to let out a little moan.  Stella held up a
strange looking apparatus for us to see.  It consisted of some rubber
tubing, two black squeeze bulbs, and two small red-wrinkled balloons.



   "Slave, we are going to thoroughly clean you out.  This is called a
Bartholin Double Enema Plug.  It is named after a famous Danish scientist
and medical doctor named Thomas Bartholin.  The glands that secrete
lubrication when a woman is aroused are called Bartholin Glands.  He also
invented this device that forces the body to retain the enema as long as it
is desired.  We insert the first expandable balloon part inside your rectum
and pump it up with air.  Then we inflate the second expandable part that
is right outside your sphincter and we have a tight seal." Said Stella
sounding somewhat proud of her medical knowledge.



   The device certainly looked like some type of medical apparatus.  The
two black squeeze bulbs looked identical to what my doctor used to take my
blood pressure.  Stella inserted a water nozzle and a small wrinkled
balloon into Deb's butt hole and then pumped the balloon up with the black
bulb.  Next, I watched the one outside Deb's ass slowly fill up with air.
Deb's ass was now as leak proof as a frog's butt.  Stella connected the
water bag to the Bartholin apparatus and released the clamp.  Deb started
to moan after a few minutes.  My girl was filling up and there was no way
for her to get rid of it until Ben and Stella decided it was time.  I
looked down to see her fists were clenching and unclenching.



   "I have to go.  This is hurting too much," said Deb



   "Gag her with a O-ring," said Ben



   That prompted Stella to force a black rubber circle into Deb's mouth. 
She buckled it tightly at the base of Deb's skull.



   "Open wide," said Ben to me.  I realized there was no point in
resisting. The gag was some sort of hard rubber donut with two straps that
buckled behind your head.  The end result was that your mouth was forced
wide open.  I could stick my tongue through the center of the donut.  I
recall wondering why they used this sort of a gag since we could still make
sounds but not words.



   "She's taken both liters." Said Stella causing me to wonder if all BDSM
measurements were conducted on the Metric System.



   "Now Nick," said Ben



   Stella brought another set of apparatus from the table.  I felt my butt
hole being lubricated and something inserted in my asshole.  A pumping
sound followed this.  My butt felt the wrinkled rubber ball being expanded.
Then the outside ball was pumped up.  The feeling was more tight than
painful.



   Deb was making a lot of noise.  She was writhing back and forth.  You
could tell from the way she was straining on the wrist and ankle manacles
she was in enormous pain.  I felt the liquid start to fill me.  At that
point I quit worrying about Deb as my own set of painful cramps claimed all
my attention.  If you have never had a 2-liter enema with a healthy dose of
castile soap included, you should try it.  You want to shit so badly, you
would agree to anything.  At the same time, your intestines feel like they
are moving about inside your body.  The pain from cramping is mind numbing.
But with the donut gag, all I could do was moan and whimper.  I wanted to
beg them to let me shit my brains out.



   Ben moved Deb's bench to where her butt was only inches from my face. 
The educational part of our ordeal was about to begin.



   "Now, you are here to learn, so please listen.  Scat refers to the
fetish involving human excrement.  People who do scat are people who eat
shit or smear it over their body or lie in it.  Some scat lovers like to be
shit on and others like to do the shitting.  Enemas are a source of scat.
They are sometimes referred to as brown showers.  We are going to combine
some of the scat related activities into a training exercise.  When we
remove Slave Deborah's plugs, it will allow the brown shower to flow
directly into Nick's mouth.  Of course, Nick will be forced to swallow some
of your shit, Deborah." Said Ben



   Oh fuck, what have I got myself into?  I just knew I was going to puke.
Hell I was there to get a little strange pussy not eat my wife's poop.  I
could hear Deb trying to protest through the gag.  She was smart enough to
realize that her turn to dine on one of my turds would be next.



   "Oh, by the way, there will be a soap taste and that is Castile soap
that we put in the enema solution.  The soap irritates the bowel and makes
you want to defecate all the more.  That's why you feel your bowels
cramping so badly.  The Bartholin equipment can be purchased over the
Internet and Castile soap is available at any drugstore" Said Ben in a
helpful tone of voice.  It would not have surprised me if he had said the
items could be purchased at the gift shop once our BDSM tour was completed.



   My guts were doing double flips.  I swear that my intestines were moving
several inches inside my body.  A film of sweat covered Deb's body.  That
made me realize I was also sweating from every pore.  Stella moved me
closer to Deb's asshole and used a pedal on the bench to adjust the height
so Deb's butt was aligned with my mouth.



   "Deborah, we going to remove the Bartholin.  When we do, you can blow
your shit right into Nick's mouth.  He will be doing the same to you in a
minute so I suggest you give him everything you got." Said Stella as she
pushed a release button and I heard the air hiss out of the inflated
balloon outside her butt hole.



   "Have you ever eaten your wife's shit before?" Ben asked.  I shook my
heard no.



   "Well, you are in for a new experience.  Who knows?  New York has a
small but active group of scat enthusiasts and you might choose to join
them." Said Ben



   Stella pushed the second release button with a hiss of air.  A small
trickle of water leaked down Deb's asshole.  I closed my eyes as Stella
pulled the inside balloon out of Deb's butt hole.  Immediately, I felt my
face drenched in water.  Several pebble size turds hit my face.  My mouth
filled up with water and I realized there were small turds in my mouth. 
God I wanted to vomit but I was afraid that with the gag, I would choke to
death.



   "Mash them up with your tongue and swallow them." Commanded Ben.



   It took me a minute but I managed to swallow the shit.  For those of you
who have never eaten shit, I can tell you that it tastes as bad and is as
disgusting as you imagine it to be.  My stomach churned and clinched as it
encountered something that it must have normally considered an output not
an input.  Ben must have picked up one of Deb's turds from the floor and
mashed it up with his hand because he next used his finger to rub a thick
line of shit right under my nose.



   "That's called a Dirty Sanchez by scat practitioners.  The names comes
from a rough resemblance to a mustache that you might find on a Mexican
bandito." Said Ben.



   A camera flash went off.  My God he is taking pictures.  We never talked
about or agreed to anyone taking pictures.  Now there was a picture of me
with a shit mustache.  The smell of shit invaded my nostrils.  My bowels
felt like they were going to explode.  Stella was rotating Deb's bench so
her face was ready for my shit shower.



   After a minute or two, I felt the Bartholin plugs being deflated.  Well,
Deb pay back is a bitch.  I sensed their adjusting the bench's alignment.



   "Dear, see.  Now Deborah's mouth is exactly in line." I head Ben say to
Stella



   The plugs were out and for the life of me there was no way that I could
not let my shit fly even if I had wanted to.  The enema exploded out of me.
I heard Deb sputtering and gasping.



   "Mash them with your tongue and back teeth.  Here's a nice soft one that
was on the floor for only a second so the 30 second rule applies." Stella
said.



   I could hear Deb whimpering.  This is a woman who would never dream of
putting anything in her mouth that was not perfectly clean.  Deb had forced
me to walk out of half a dozen Manhattan restaurants because they did not
meet her standards for cleanliness.  Now she was eating my shit off the
floor.  I can't imagine how she must feel about that.



   They gave us a moment to recover then repeated the process.  This time
the two-liter enema must have reached to where the turds were not formed
because the shit was loose and it slid down my throat like the foulest milk
shake you can imagine.  Ever fiber in my being was dedicated to keeping
from vomiting.  I had a hunch that if I puked that Ben would make me eat my
vomit.  I had once read there was a fetish where you ate your own or
somebody else's puke.



   I'm a big guy so my intestines must store far more manure than my
125-pound wife.  When I let my second brown shower go, you could hear Deb
gasping and swallowing for several minutes.



   "Nick, that was quite impressive," said Ben as he wheeled Deborah around
to where I could see her.  Her entire upper body was covered in shit.  She
looked like she had fallen head first into a giant mud puddle.  The camera
started flashing.  I thought about Deb pasting the pictures in our family
album and almost laughed.  Glad I didn't.  Ben and Stella would have
probably have whipped the skin off my ass for levity.



   Then Deb did something that surprised the hell out of me.  She licked
her lips to get more shit in her mouth.  They say you never really know
someone and I have to agree.  If you had told me my wife would get turned
on eating my turds, I would have said you were crazy.  But there my little
wife was looking excited as she licked up my shit, her tongue poking
through the donut gag to get more of the stuff.



   On my third turn, Deb provided me with a thin long turd that went half
way into my mouth.  The other half broke off and fell on the floor.  Ben
scooped it up and slipped it through the donut gag.  I guess you can get
used to anything even eating your wife's shit.  I worked it with my tongue
and got it down.



   Poor Deb was really at a disadvantage in this crazy game.  On my third
enema release, I felt something large travel from way up inside me.  I sort
of pictured it like the log plume at Disney World.  When they wheeled me
about, there was a huge turd stuck in her gag.  It was one of the sizes you
could be proud of, maybe a foot long and three inches in diameter.  It had
some consistency.  Ben was slowly pushing it through the donut gag into
Deb's mouth.  I could see Deb tongue licking it to get it into her mouth.
How was I ever going to kiss those lips again without that picture in my
mind?  Stella was actively taking pictures while Ben slowly fed Deb my huge
turd.  My stomach was doing flip-flops.



   For the last two enemas, we did not give one another a brown shower.  I
concluded that the final ones would have only cleaned the shit off our
faces and Ben wanted us to stay covered.  That did not keep them from
hurting like hell.  My guts had completely re-arranged themselves since the
enemas started.  On the fifth one, Ben said the water was clear and we were
cleaned out.  I felt like I had lost five pounds and been hollowed out
inside.



   They maneuvered the benches to where we both faced the camera and took
half a dozen shots.  I wondered if they were going to create a souvenir
album that a decade later they could look through together and recall the
weekend they had taught the BDSM lifestyle to the idiot couple from
Manhattan.



   I hoped they were going to wash us off.  My face was caked with Deb's
shit.  I would have killed for a cup of Listerine mouthwash.  But Ben and
Stella were not done with this phase of our training.



   "Next, we have the water sport fetish, commonly known as WS, also Golden
Showers or GS.  I was wondering if you noticed that Stella and I have
several glasses of ice tea during lunch.  We were getting ourselves ready
for the next lesson." Said Ben



   "I need to go first." Said Stella who brought a metal step stool over to
where I was facing.



   Stella stepped on the stool.  Ben adjusted my bench height to where
Stella's piss hole was right up against the hole in my donut gag.



   "Nick, if you don't swallow as much as you can, we will make sure you
regret it" Said Ben sounding very dominant.



   With that Stella unleashed a stream of warm piss in my mouth.  I
swallowed as best I could.  Some did run down my chin but not enough to
invite Ben's retribution.  Half a dozen mouthfuls of warm urine went down
my gullet to join the shit residing in my stomach.  Actually, the piss was
nowhere near as bad as the shit.



   "Don't use it all," said Ben.  At that point, Stella ceased her
urination and stepped down from the stool.



   "Slave Deborah, we want you to piss in Nick's mouth while I relieve
myself in yours.  Do you understand?" asked Ben.



   Deb must have indicated agreement.  Ben maneuvered Deb's bench to line
her piss hole up with my mouth.  I could see he was standing right in front
of Deb with a look of concentration on his face.  Deb's pee began to flow
and I suppose Ben's also as I could tell that Deb was busy swallowing. 
Camera flashes blinded me.  Deb's urine filled my mouth and I gulped it
down.  Deb must have emptied her bladder because she stopped but Ben kept
going for a while.



   Next they rolled Deb's bench to where she was right at my ass.  Stella
grabbed my cock and pulled it straight back between my legs to point into
Deborah's mouth.  I found myself staring right at Ben's cock.



   "Now, Nick, it is your turn to piss in Deborah's mouth while I piss in
yours," said Ben



   At that point, his cock tip was right inside the gag donut hole.  As a
committed heterosexual, that was the closest my mouth had ever been to the
male sex organ.  It was to get a lot closer before the weekend was over but
that's later in this story.



   "Are you ready, Slave Nick, to release a stream of hot piss into your
wife's thirsty mouth?" asked Ben



   It sounded a little pompous but I nodded assent.  It took me a second to
get my flow going.  I had also drunk several glasses of tea so I was well
prepared.  Ben let fly so I was peeing and swallowing all at once.  Stella
had the camera working.  Several times I thought I was going to retch.  I
was starting to get full when Ben stopped.  I kept going for another few
seconds.



   "Who would you say enjoyed it the most?" Ben asked Stella.



   "Deborah definitely." Said Stella.



   "Well, as a reward, let's both finish in her mouth," said Ben



   Needless to say that was one contest, I was happy to lose.  They
maneuvered my bench to where my face was about one foot to the side of
Deborah's.  First, Ben pissed into Deb's mouth and then Stella.  My little
princess eagerly swallowed as much as she could.  Then sort of as a finale,
Ben leaned down and picked a small turd up off the floor and pushed it into
Deb's mouth and she swallowed that down.



   "Well, we seem to have found an incompatibility problem with regard to
scat.  Deborah is obviously an enthusiast and we will provide her with the
email address of a friend in the city who manages a fetish club for scat
lovers.  But I don't think Nick shares Deborah's enthusiasm.  Well, we
leave it to the two of you to work this out, Stella and I are not marriage
counselors." Said Ben



   If I had been allowed to speak I would have said that Ben was correct in
saying I did not share my wife's eagerness to eat shit and drink piss.  I
guess I am just an old stick in the mud whose idea of sex is my cock inside
a woman's mouth and pussy in that order.



   Stella and Ben went over to the wall, twisted the faucet knobs and used
the hoses to wash us off.  They washed the floor into the center drain. 
They dried us with towels they got from a cabinet then removed the donut
gags and wheeled us into the next room.



   The room was large and scary.  One wall was mirrored.  Another contained
a large collection of various types of whips and other instruments of
torture.  There were several odd looking tables and a pair of crosses in
the shape of an X that faced one another.  Ben explained they were St. 
Andrew's crosses, apparently named after one of the Christian martyrs. 
Overhead there were chains and a system of pulleys.  There were also
several storage cabinets.  It must be nice to be rich.  All the BDSM
equipment and furnishings probably cost the same as a Mercedes Benz S
class. At the time I wondered where you find someone to sell and install
all these fixtures and equipments.  Is there a California Closets for S&M
dungeons?  Later, I was to learn that there is a European company that does
exactly that.



   "Slave Nick, Have you ever sucked a cock or been fucked in the ass?"
asked Ben to which I replied in the negative, "No Master".



   "Slave Deborah.  Have you ever eaten a cunt?" asked Ben and Deb replied
in the negative even though she once admitted that she and her college
roommate had gotten drunk one night and gone down on each other.



   "Well, Stella and I are both bi-sexual as are many of the BDSM
community. The next lesson will involve homosexual sex." Said Ben.



   In my wildest dreams, I had never expected anything homosexual to
happen. Well, maybe it would have been hot for Deb and Stella to do a
little muff diving just to get Ben and me aroused.  But, I realized I was
going to get far beyond that point.  Ben's dick was going in my mouth and
then in my ass.  Well that was beyond where I was willing to go.



   "No" I said



   "Slave Nick just said No and I don't think anyone asked him a question.
I gather he is refusing to participate in our bi-sexual lesson.  Stella
please correct Slave Nick's thinking." Said Ben



   I felt my ass cheeks parting as something cold and blunt was pushed
against my asshole.  The next moment my body was racked with pain.  I
jerked so violently I thought my spine would snap.  It took me several
seconds to recover enough to scream.  And scream I did.  A long howl of
pain that bounced off stonewalls.  My muscles contracted to the point I
thought they were going to rip my tendons.  Nothing I could recall had ever
felt this bad.



   "Nick, that was a cattle prod Stella applied to your butt hole and it
was applied at low power.  If you still refuse to participate, Stella is
going to stick it several inches in your asshole and give you a full power
application.  What's your decision?" asked Ben



   I nodded yes.  I would have sucked and fucked a company of Marines to
keep from going through that again.



   "Now, since Nick has been disobedient, we will require him to give me a
rim job to start.  Deborah will watch you suck and lick my asshole," Said
Ben



   Ben turned around and bent over to present me with his butt hole. 
Stella wheeled Deborah over so she had a good view.  I rationalized that
since I had been eating shit and drinking piss a few minutes ago, using my
tongue on Ben's hole was not the worst thing that could happen.  Actually,
having Stella use that cattle prod on my asshole was the worst thing I had
experienced.



   Ben edged closer and flexed his body to expose his asshole to my face.
He seemed to have excellent muscular control because he actually opened his
asshole as he pushed it back into my face.



   "Begin by slowly licking it up and down," Said Ben.



   And I did as I was told.  Ben's hole was clean and soft and my tongue
quickly got it relaxed to where it began to open more.



   "Now surround the hole with your mouth and gently suck it," said Ben



   My eyes were closed but I heard the camera working.



   "Deborah, do you want to suck my ass like Nick is sucking Ben?" Stella
asked Deborah.



   "Yes, Mistress, Please let me suck your asshole." Said Deborah.  I was
beginning to wonder when we would discover something Deb did not like.



   "Now, slide your tongue inside as far as it will go.  Yes, that right, I
believe you are enjoying this Nick.  Maybe sucking asshole is your secret
fantasy." Said Ben



   Well, I have licked Deborah's little brown hole on a couple of occasions
when we were a little drunk.  I felt my cock start to get hard.  Hey, maybe
rimming was my thing or at least one of them.  Ben's muscular control was
awesome.  He could open his butt hole the way a normal person opens their
mouth.  From the sounds over Deb's way, I surmised her tongue was lapping
Stella's shit hole.



   "Now for some cock sucking Nick.  I feel privileged to be your first."
Said Ben as he changed positions to allow his cock head to slip between my
lips.  My rimming must have turned him on because there was a big drop of
pre-cum on the tip of his dick.  My cock was fully erect.  I felt Ben twist
slightly and the camera flashed.  Now there were several shots of my mouth
wrapped around Ben's cock.  Of course, I had pictured Deb's mouth as the
one sucking dick but nothing thus far had gone as I thought it would.



   "Deborah, tell me how you feel about your husband sucking my cock?" Ben
asked.



   "Master, It's highly erotic.  Just watching it makes me almost cum. 
it's a truly beautiful sight to see your cock slide in and out of Nick's
mouth.  I always suspected he was part queer." Said Deb.



   Okay, the bitch was right.  Ben's cock did feel good.  I had never even
touched another man's cock in the belief that it was just not for me but
this was as Deb put it "erotic".  There I was barely able to move an inch
with a fully erect penis fucking my mouth.  Hell yes it was hot.  I guess
there are certain things you just have to try before you know how you feel.



   "Here, show Deborah how much you like to lick the top." Said Ben as he
took it out so she could see me licking his cock head.  I had a serious
erection.  Ben let me suck him for quite a while then announced it was time
to see whether I like being ass fucked.  Stella had apparently anticipated
this because she immediately started to lubricate my butt hole.  She put
one finger in me and then two.  She began to work my prostate and I could
feel a little cum ooze out of the tip of my dick.



   "Nick, I am going to take your anal cherry.  Deborah is going to watch
and Stella is going to make a digital video of the event." Said Ben



   Ben positioned himself at my rear and I felt his cock head pushing into
me.  My sphincter resisted for a few seconds but then he popped inside me
and damn did that hurt.  Ben was considerate enough to give me a few
seconds to get used to having his cock inside my ass before he started to
stroke me.  Ben started slowly then steadily increased his rate of stroke.



   "Slave Deborah, isn't it beautiful to see your husband being anally
violated?" asked Stella.



   "It is very beautiful, Mistress.  Nick has been selfish not allowing me
to watch him having sex with another man." Replied Deb.



   "Well, in the future, you will have to insist that he allows you to
watch." Said Stella



   By this time, Ben had started to move like a jackhammer.  My ass was
taking a pounding.  I looked over to see that Deb was licking Stella's bare
cunt and trying to watch me get fucked all at the same time.  Ben's cock
did feel good as it worked my ass.  He must have been a good eight inches
and that dick was thick enough that my butt hole felt like a rubber band
stretched to the breaking point.  I was whimpering and moaning.  The
pleasure was intense when it went deep into my bowels.



   All of a sudden Ben stopped and walked quickly around to my face and
slipped his cock between my lips.  He stroked it a couple of times than
ejected a load of cum right into my mouth.



   "Swallow it" Ben ordered and I did.



   "I think we have to conclude that Nick is bi-sexual.  That's a great
advantage for someone involved in the BDSM lifestyle.  It expands the
possibilities of what can be attempted." Said Ben



   "Now Deborah, you must suck me hard again while Stella uses a strap-on
dildo on your vagina." Said Ben who had put his cock that he had just
removed from my asshole in Deb mouth.  Deb did not hesitate a minute and
went to work on Ben.  I must tell you that Deb is an excellent cocksucker.
In fact, the way we got together was that Deb was dating a co-worker of
mine who kept bragging that this girl he was dating gave the best head he
had ever experienced.  Well, after several months of dating, my co-worker
was ready to move on girl-wise so he introduced me to Deb.  Although, I
initially went out with her just to see what my co-worker kept bragging
about.  The fact is that we hit it off from the first moment.  I was crazy
about Deb from the start and the fact that her mouth functioned like an
industrial vacuum cleaner only added to my infatuation.



   I was being left alone to watch for a minute when Stella returned
wearing the largest and meanest looking strap-on latex cock I had ever
seen. It was at least a foot long but the main thing was how thick it was.
I would say the diameter was in the four-inch range.  The sides were
covered with little rubber spikes and there was a piece on the bottom that
looked to be a clitoral stimulator but it had longer spikes.  Stella did
not let Deb see that monster or she might have fainted.  Besides Deb was
too busy sucking Ben's joint; but she was in for the fuck of her life.



   Stella began working Astro-Glide in Deb's vagina.  Stella went from one
finger to four fingers as greased the walls of Deb's cunt.  Then she
lubricated the strap-on.  I thought to myself this is going to be
interesting.  Stella moved the rubber cock up and down Deb's slit to get it
positioned at the opening.  Stella took a firm grasp on Deb's hips.  She
looked over at me and smiled then lunged forward using her arms and legs.
That ugly monster of a rubber dick went in right to the fake latex balls in
one swift stroke.  I wouldn't have thought it possible.



   Deb let out a scream of inhuman pain.  That prompted Stella to withdraw
everything but the tip and then plunge it inside my wife's love tunnel once
again.  When Stella reached bottom this time, she ground that nasty looking
clitoral stimulator into Deb's love button.  That occasioned more screams.
I was becoming concerned that they were doing real damage and that Deb's
female plumbing would become inoperative for future fucking or bringing
into the world the two children we had planned.



   But Deb calmed down and just whimpered and moaned as Stella pounded
away. I gather Deb regained enough composure to start sucking Ben cock
again.  After a good five minutes of latex hell, Ben came around to Deb's
rear and send Stella off to the side.  I got a good look at the strap-on
and it was streaked with Deb's blood.



   "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Deborah." Said Ben



   "Stella dear, put Nick in front of Deborah so she can suck my cum out of
his ass while I put another load in her ass." Said Ben



   It seemed like Deb was getting the worst of it at the time.  I suppose I
should have considered that unfair but remember this whole thing was Deb's
idea.  Stella maneuvered the bench to where my asshole was right in Deb's
face.  She planted her lips in a tight circle around my whole and started
to lick and suck.  I did my best to help her out by imitating Ben to the
extent I could and relaxing and opening my asshole.



   I heard Deb gasp a few times which Ben forcing that sizeable dick of his
inside my wife's tight little shit hole must have caused.  I relaxed and
enjoyed the sensations that Deb was causing with her mouth.  It was
certainly pleasant enough to feel her warm wet lips massaging my butt hole
and gently sucking Ben's load out.  I decided that having your asshole
sucked was a good thing.  I heard Ben make a sound and surmised he had just
deposited a load of jism in Deb's rear.  I found my bench being rapidly
wheeled around and Deb's butt pushed in my face.  Stella held Deb's cheeks
apart so I could get right down on that asshole.



   "Okay, Nick, Time to return the favor.  Deb's hole should be nice and
open and the jism is fresh.  Let's see you suck my cum out of your wife's
ass.  Stella, you are capturing this on video, are you not?" asked Ben.



   "Of course, dear.  I haven't missed a thing." Said Stella.



   I sucked away and felt a gooey liquid slide into my mouth.  Back when I
thought we were going to get into wife swapping, I had considered that I
might be fucking or even going down on Deb's snatch when another man's load
was inside.  I had never considered that I would be sucking another's cum
out of her asshole.  I sucked and swallowed until Ben and Stella must have
decided that I had gotten enough.



   "The next phase involves prolonged restraint under torture." Said Ben



   The two of them moved pretty quickly.  Out of the corner of my eye I saw
Stella lubricating two very large butt plugs.  She pushed one up my ass and
did the same for Deb.  These things were huge and my ass hurt like hell. 
Next I felt something loop around my balls and cinch them tight.  Then they
were stretched down toward the floor to where I thought they were going to
rip off.  They elastic line was tied off to the base of the bench.  My dick
was also tied right under the head and stretched downward.  Then Ben showed
me a clamp like we used in the office to hold a document together.



   "This goes on the tip of your penis, Nick.  I imagine it is going to
hurt terribly so feel free to scream." Said Ben as he applied the clamp to
the tip end of my cock.  Yes, I did start screaming and begging him to take
it off.  I looked over to see that Stella was stroking out Deb's pussy lips
and clitoris and applying close pins that were attached together with a
string.  I next felt little pinches down my inner thighs.  I saw that Deb's
thighs were covered with close pins.



   "Close pins connected by a line are called zippers.  You'll see how this
works when we remove them," said Stella as she slipped that monster dildo
she had earlier fucked Deb with back into Deb's vagina.  Stella then tied a
small leather strap to the base of the dildo to keep Deb from forcing it
out.



   My groin was a pain center.  Balls, penis, thighs were all screaming at
me.  I wondered what kind of person would willingly choose to be tortured
this way.  If I thought it would have done any good, I would have been
begging Ben to let us go.



   I felt a sucking sensation on one of my nipples.  Ben was using some
sort of suction device to draw my nipple into the mouth of this glass
device that had a rubber bulb on the end.  It must have drawn a good inch
of my tit into the damn thing.  Ben released the suction, deftly grabbed my
nipple and attached a clamp.  He then proceeded to tighten the clamp as I
screamed for him to stop.  When my tit was mashed almost flat, he attached
a fishing weight and gave it a swing.  I responded with a loud, throaty
yell.  Ben then proceeded to do my other nipple.



   "A woman's breasts are so much more interesting to the torturer than a
man's.  There's really very little you can do to a man's breasts.  Nick,
stop crying and watch Stella work on your wife.  Stella is a real artist
when it comes to making a woman wish she was born without breasts." Said
Ben



   I watched through pain-clouded eyes as Stella took two rubber rings and
somehow forced my wife's boobs through them to rest at the base of her
tits. I was amazed that my wife's 34C tits had been pulled through
something that small.  They were rubber and would stretch but they looked
to be about the size of a silver dollar.  The effect was that the base was
tightly constricted forcing the top of the breast to protrude outward like
an overstuffed sausage.  Deb's nipples were forced out a good inch.  I had
never seen anything like it.  Next Stella took an apparatus I would
describe as two small boards about three inches wide and maybe three feet
long and using wing nuts captured Deb's tits on the top and bottom.  The
nasty part was that carpet tacks had been driven through the boards. 
Stella tightened the wing nuts till Deb's tits were pressed flat and the
tack points penetrated the top and bottom of her breasts.  Deb must have
had over a hundred tacks embedded in her boobs, top and bottom.  Deb gave
out real cries of agony as the press forced the tack points into her flesh.
Deb kept screaming and pleading throughout this procedure.  Stella ignored
her as she tightened.  She and Ben consulted whether they were tight
enough. He gave them a couple of extra turns, which brought about a new set
of screams.  She was also begging and pleading for them to stop.  Her tits
had turned blue-black.  And there were drops of blood seeping out on to the
floor.  Finally Stella attached a good size alligator clamp to each nipple
and a set of fishing weights that pulled them down to where they must have
been three inches long.  Deb just kept howling and they kept ignoring her.



   The final act was to gag us with a leather bit that forced out mouth
open; but was so tight, you felt like your jaw was going to break.  They
placed us face to face where we could feel each other's breath but could
not talk.  At that point, they turned out the light and left the room. 
This brings us back to the start of this story.



   I lay there in the dark cursing my wife for getting me involved in this.
I could hear her sobbing a few inches from my face.  I then had a change of
heart and decided this was not really all her fault.  I was not sure
whether Ben and Stella were insane or just being thorough.  What had I
learned thus far?  Well I had no taste for eating shit or drinking piss and
enemas hurt like hell too.  But Deb seemed to get off on scat.  Maybe in my
role as a supportive spouse, I could limit myself to taking a dump on the
scat crowd.  I didn't plan on going any further.



   Bi-sexuality was another matter.  Ben had opened a whole new world to
me. Sucking cock and being ass fucked was more than okay.  I was anxious to
see if I enjoyed being the fucker as opposed to the fuckee.  I had fucked
Deborah in her ass several times and we both got turned on.  The problem
was that either you spent a considerable time cleaning out her bowels with
an enema or you took a chance on getting shit all over your dick.  If
Deborah was the scat girl she appeared to be, I could let her lick all her
shit off my cock.  I took some sort of comfort in that thought.  Maybe the
NY City Scat Club would provide me the opportunity to have a large number
of women suck the shit off my dick while Deb watched.  I was beginning to
see certain possibilities.



   The one thing I was certain that I was not into was pain; at least at
the level I was experiencing it.  There were two lines of clothespins
attached to my inner thigh and reaching from my groin to right above my
knee.  It was a pain that would not go away or even go numb.  My balls were
numb, thank god.  So were my nipples.  I could feel the big plug inside my
ass, stretching me open.  Still I had to admit I was better off than Deb.



   Just when I was about to despair of ever seeing the light of day, door
opened and Ben and Stella reappeared and turned the lights back on.



   "Well, Let's see how our newbies are coming along." Announced Ben who
began to manipulate Deb's pussy with one hand.



   "She' getting wet.  Let's see if she can cum in her present state." Ben
said as he then went down on Deb or at least that was what it looked like
from my limited view.



   Stella started playing with my cock.  I guess she was trying to see if I
could get a hard on while my balls were stretched to the limit.  Stella was
providing a restricted hand job given that the clamps, clothespins, and
whatever attached to my private parts constrained her freedom of movement.
Unbelievably, I started to get a hard on.



   Deb showed her true colors by beginning to moan.  Her face was inches
from mine.  She opened her eyes and looked at me without comprehension. 
She was drooling through her gag and her eyes were glazed over.  The bitch
was getting into it.  She was a painslut.  Her breath became rapid.  I
could hear Ben slurping away.  Deb announced she was hitting the big "O" by
letting out a long moan then a little yip.  Ben then did something that
blew my mind.  He pulled the string on the line of clothespins on her inner
thigh off in one swift motion.  I thought Deb was going nuts.  She emitted
a high-pitched whine as the blood flowed back into the constricted
capillaries of her inner high.  Ben also loosed her nipple clamps and let
the weights carry them to the floor.  Deb's whine intensified and even rose
in pitch.  Her body jerked from side to side.  Ben loosed the wing nuts and
her tit press fell away.  She howled through the gag as her breasts resumed
something of their original shape.  There were little bloody tack wounds
all over her knockers.  Deb howled a few more times and then passed out.



   Ben and Stella removed Deb's gag and then mine.  My jaw silently thanked
them.  I noticed that they left the butt plug in Deb and me.  Stella was
stroking my cock with her hand as she pulled the clamp of the tip.  For
maybe ten seconds that felt great then the blood returned to the flesh
where the clamp forced it out.  I sort of hyperventilated and then released
one of my best blood curdling screams.  Stella slipped my cock in her
mouth, which surprised me by still being hard, and sucked me deep into her
opening.  Stella was a talented cocksucker and I started moving along the
path that would make me drop my load into her hot wet maw.  Ben came around
to the front of me and loosened my nipple clamps occasioning more moments
of sheer agony.  Next Stella untied the cord that was stretching my balls
and I realized I was seconds away from orgasm.  My newly released balls
were striving to send a pool of hot jism right between Stella's lips.  I
was breathing faster and faster.  All of a sudden, I felt release and at
that moment, Stella must have tasted the first drops of my sperm so she
jerked the zippers of my inner thighs and I screamed my way through the
longest and deepest orgasm I had ever experienced.  I didn't black out like
Deb but I came awfully close.  Deb had been telling me that orgasms
inspired by S&M torture were the most intense and what I had just
experienced convinced me she was right.



   Ben and Stella let us rest for a while and even insisted that we take a
drink of cool water.  The dungeon was equipped with a small refrigerator
stacked with Evian Water.  We were sort of back where we started except for
the butt plug inside our shit holes.  My body felt tender especially my
nipples and the tip of my dick.  I wanted to ask Deb how she was doing but
decided that would be a cause of punishment so I stayed quiet.



   "Well, the two of you appeared to have a rewarding bondage and restraint
experience.  I think it is safe to say that you could be submissives for a
knowledgeable dominant couple who are into severe restraint and torture. 
That reminds me we should introduce you to Lois and Bill Stedman.  They
live right down the lane and have a way with young couples that enjoy hard
restraint.  It might be a good business contact for you, Nick.  Bill is one
of the most influential business leaders in the city." Said Ben



   "Ben, that's a wonderful idea.  Lois was telling me the other day how
they needed to meet and train some new people.  I'll give Deborah their
number.  Wait, I have a better idea.  Why don't I give them a call and see
if they can come over and meet you now.  They might even join us.  I'm sure
you wouldn't mind having them participate." Said Stella



   "Capital idea, Stella, give them a call." Said Ben.  Stella left the
room to make the call.



   I had heard of William Terrence Stedman.  Who in the New York business
community hadn't?  He was on the board of directors of more than a dozen
major corporations.  Under normal circumstances, it would be terrific
career move for a lowly corporate attorney like myself to make his
acquaintance.  However, if he came now, he would see Deb and I tied up and
naked being trained as slaves.  I was not sure that was a good thing.



   "They're coming right over." Said Stella as she returned to the dungeon.




   "Now, we are going to try bestiality and see how you do with that. 
Stella dear, can you get Alphonse and Gaston from the other room." Said Ben



   I forgot about the Stedman's as I realized they were planning on us
having sex with their dogs.  I made a mental note never to leave anything
in Deb's incapable hands again.  Why had I not asked any questions about
what we would be doing with the Cameron's?  If I lived through this, I
would be asking my wife some very tough questions such as "Did you know
they planned to let their dog's fuck us?"



   Ben lowered the whipping benches as Stella returned with the two
canines. Ben grabbed one of the two and took him to the front of Deb's
bench.  I realized that Deb's mouth and the Gaston's cock were on the same
level.  Ben reached down underneath Gaston and started to give his cock a
hand job.  In a few strokes, a red, slippery cock began to appear out of
the sheath.  Ben gave a few more strokes and then guided it into Deb's
mouth.



   "Be still, Gaston," commanded Ben as Deb commenced for the first time in
her life to give head to a dog.  My turn was next.  Stella had been
preparing Alphonse and I was quickly presented a large wet dog pecker to
suck.  I had decided when Stella applied that cattle prod to my ass that I
was going to do whatever they commanded so I started to noisily suck on
Gaston's cock.  The dog's cock was in proportion to the rest of him and
while not particularly thick must have been eight inches long.  I did not
have much range of motion tied to the bench but Gaston helped by humping
forward.  That cock was working in and out of my mouth rapidly.  I
approached this task with the attitude that I would do my best in order to
get it over with as quickly as possible.  Therefore I endeavored to suck
Gaston with as much skill as I could summon.  I could hear Deb's mouth
working on Alphonse's doggy dick.



   After about 5 minutes, Ben and Stella switched the pups to our other
end. I felt the butt plug being withdrawn and a hard dog cock inserted in
its place.  I could see Deb's face now and she looked in the throes of
pleasure being pounded by her first dog cock.  I had to agree that it was
not all that bad; although I did not consider it any real turn on.  I just
lay there with Gaston's eight inches slipping in and out my ass hole.  I
was starting to get into it when I heard a strange voice.



   "Ben, I have to say what a wonderful job, you and Stella have done
training those two.  They fuck humans better than most humans fuck humans."
I heard a deep male voice that I took to be Bill Stedman.



   "You missed seeing them get head.  They stayed in place and were even
helpful." Replied Ben.



   "Well, we got here as quickly as we could.  What have you done so far?"
I heard a female voice that I surmised was Lois Stedman.



   "I'll recap.  Bill and Lois meet Nick and Deborah Kerry.  Deb is an
editor for Ashcroft House and Nick lawyers on the corporate side for Dunst,
Kelly, Segal, and Dunst." Said Bill introducing me to one of New York's
movers and shakers as a Great Dane was fucking my ass in nice smooth
strokes.



   "I went to Princeton with Teddy Dunst.  Does he still limp?  He smashed
up his roadster one night after a party at our frat house.  He was so drunk
he drove straight into a tree," asked Bill



   "Yes, I have noticed a slight limp." I replied.  In the one or two
times, I had managed to meet Theodore Charles Dunst, our august senior
partner whose father and grandfather founded the firm, on more that one
occasion and the bastard did have a noticeable limp that he told people he
got in the war.



   "We started as usual with a thorough cleaning out.  You know how much
Lois likes to make sure their GI tract is empty.  During that phase, we did
some scat.  Deb seemed to take to that more than Nick, not that he became
difficult but he seemed to enjoy it less than Deb who turned out to have
quite a taste for it." Said Ben



   "You must introduce them to Ted and Pinkie.  You know how much the
Reynolds enjoy bringing new people into scat." Said Bill



   "So, Slave Deborah, you like to eat shit.  That's wonderful.  Most young
couples today are so limited.  It's good to see that you lack such
inhibitions.  Just to catch me up, can Slave Nick suck my cock while we
talk?" asked Bill who did not wait for an answer but shoved his meat
between my lips.  Now I had a dog cock up my ass and a man dick in my
mouth. I was quite busy.



   "Lois, allow Slave Deborah to lick your cunt while I finish my
recapitulation.  Now after the enemas and scat, we did some golden showers
where once again Deborah demonstrated a greater liking for swallowing piss
than Nick.  However, Nick showed considerable aptitude for bi-sexual
behavior.  I think you would agree considering the way he is working your
cock." Said Ben



   "Yes, most certainly.  You can always tell a natural.  His cock sucking
is excellent.  I'm almost ready to drop a load down his throat." Said Bill.



   "Next it was time for your specialty.  We used a combination of clamps
and clothespins to create an environment of pain.  Slave Deborah's breasts
were subjected to the press.  I have to tell you that she looked quite
beautiful with her breasts heavily restrained." Said Ben



   "Sorry to have missed it.  Did you make some photos?" asked Lois



   "Yes, we did.  I hope they turn out.  We also shot some video." Replied
Stella



   "Maybe, some weekend, we can invite Nick and Deborah to our playground
and you can enjoy torturing Slave Deborah's breasts.  Would that be
agreeable to everyone?" asked Bill who momentarily withdrew his cock from
my mouth to allow me to say "That would be terrific, Master Bill"



   I heard Deborah state her assent and I realized we had just signed up
for another session of hell.  Rather I had signed up Deborah for another
hour with her melons being squeezed to where they were purple sausages.  I
was sucking hard when Bill said, "Deep throat time".  He grabbed my head
and pushed his cock right down my throat.  I tried to jerk away and I
gagged; but Bill had me firmly in his grip.  He gave my throat a couple of
strokes and then released a load of cum.  He pulled out and I grasped for
air as his jism slide down my throat.  About that time, I felt my doggie
partner pick up the pace and soon he packed by butt with dog cum.



   "Ah that was good.  Nick does have a talented mouth.  How's Deborah
doing?" Bill asked his wife.



   "Wonderful, she reminds me of Penelope Sims who loves to eat pussy. 
Their techniques are very similar.  Poor Penelope, I've heard she even goes
down on her daughter who's just left for college." Said Lois.



   "Now dear, let's not gossip about our friends and neighbors.  Nick and
Deborah will get a bad impression of us." Said Bill.



   "Well, in the case of Penelope and Rachel, that's her daughter, I have
to confirm its true.  Poor Rachel told me that Penelope wanted her to being
her dorm mate home from Smith so Penelope could seduce the poor girl. 
Rachel told me she was not her mother's pimp." Said Stella.



   "That's enough ladies.  Nick and Deborah do not want to hear about the
peccadilloes of our set out here in the Hamptons." Said Ben



   I had been taking a breather laying their feeling dog cum leak out my
asshole with the taste of Bill's man cum in my mouth.  Deb was busily
lapping Lois's Stedman's pussy.  I saw Lois grab Deb's head press it into
her cunt and let out a "Wow, my God she is a treasure.  Her tongue has me
right to the edge"



   Lois rocked back and forth and then let out a deep, prolonged moan and
began to jerk her hips toward Deb's mouth.  "Yes, oh yes, you little cunt
lapping whore.  Eat my pussy." Whispered Lois as she expelled a long
breath.



   "We are just going to have to get Deborah and Penelope together for a
weekend of muff diving.  I will invite the Parker twins and of course,
Whitney for an all girl party.  Would you come, Deborah?  We could do it at
our place in town on Park.  Just girls eating other girls for an entire
weekend" asked Lois



   "Yes, I would attend," said my wife thrilled down to her toes to be
associated with people from the Hamptons even if it was only to eat their
pussies.



   "What's next on the program?" Bill asked Ben.



   "Whips, tawses, paddles, etc.  Let's get Nick and Deborah off the
benches and vertical so we can all work on them front and back." Said Ben



   They unfastened the manacles and helped us to your feet.  We were given
a bottle of water to drink.  Ben and Bill took me while Lois and Stella
took Deborah over to a place in the room that was underneath a horizontal
bar that could be lowered from the ceiling.  I considered resisting but
each of the men were bigger than me and the two of them would have had no
trouble subduing me.  There was also the matter of the cattle prod hanging
from Ben's waist.  After a small amount of time I was secured standing up
with my hands fully extended over my head.  My feet were manacled to the
floor.  I faced Deborah who was secured in the same fashion.  My hands were
manacled to a horizontal steel bar that could be raised or lowered with a
powered winch.  I was stretched to where I was hanging from my arms then
lowered a couple of inches so my feet barely rested on the floor.  My
ankles were manacled to the floor so I had only a tiny bit of leg movement.



   "This is new.  I don't think this was here the last time." Said Lois



   "Correct, Lois.  We saw one of these the last we were in Rome.  Antoine
had one in his place outside Rome.  It allows the slave to be whipped front
and back at the same time.  Where with the St.  Andrews, it is either one
side or the other." Said Ben.



   "Let's start with Bill and Stella on Nick and Lois and I will do
Deborah. Choose your weapons, everyone." Said Ben.



   They busied themselves picking out a whip or paddle.  I said a silent
prayer that Long Island would experience its first earthquake and I would
be spared.  Deborah looked excited.  She did look hot hanging there with
her big tits and a face smeared with pussy juice.  I had dog cum leaking
out my ass down my leg.  I guess it was an erotic sight.  I started to get
a hard on looking at Deb.



   "Let's begin by working each slave individually.  You two watch while we
make Nick scream.  Then we will give him a breather and we can watch you
work on Deborah." Said Ben



   Well I had lucked out and was going to go first.  Ben has selected a
short multi-strand whip he informed me was a modern cat-of-nine-tails whip.
The modern part was that the strands were made of heavy monofilament fibers
not leather.  The reason for this Ben informed me was that it hurts more
but damages less.



   "You go first Lois," said Ben and almost at that instant I felt a large
leather paddle come in violent contact with my ass.  My rear end went to
full on fire in a nanosecond and I let out a high-pitched scream.



   "Good start" said Bill to encourage his wife Lois.  Bill's hand was busy
between Deborah's legs.



   My scream had just started to die out when Ben used the cat to light up
my chest.  Several strands impacted directly on my nipples.  It was as if
the cat reached down inside me and pulled the scream out of my deepest
being.  I was never spanked or paddled as a child.  My parents did not
believe in corporal punishment.  I could honestly say that there were few
times other than childhood scrapes where I had ever been inflicted with
pain.  But Ben and Lois made up for all I had missed in a lifetime in a
single afternoon.



   They punished me in tandem.  One would strike and just when you felt you
could manage the pain of one blow, the next fell.  Lois's next landed on
the back of my upper thighs.  Ben then followed by whipping the cat across
my abdomen and I wanted to scream but could not focus my breath and let out
a large gurgle instead.  Lois next went further down to just above my knees
.My entire backside from buttocks to knees was on fire.  Then Ben hit my
cock with the cat and I begged God to let me pass out.  I wanted to beg
them to stop but all I could form with my voice was one scream after
another.  Ben struck me in the upper thighs and Lois followed with a blow
to my calves.  After that they repeated the bottom to top sequence three
more times.  By the end, I was just babbling.  I had not known such pain
existed.  When they finished, Ben grabbed my cock and slowly stroked it. 
Lois held up a bottle of water and gave me a drink.



   I looked over at Deb.  Bill was still fingering her pussy and she was
grinding her hips toward his hand.  God, she had been getting off watching
them whip the shit out of me.  Stella had one of Deb' tits in her mouth and
was sucking on a nipple.  You could tell from her jaw action that Stella
was sucking hard.  The degree of hard that makes it hurt.  When Stella
stopped, you could see that Deb's areola was red and the nipple stuck
straight out.  There was blood on Stella lips from the puncture wounds in
Deb's tits.



   Well it was Deb's turn.  Ben and Lois knelt down in front of me and
started to give me head.  I suppose the concept was for me to enjoy what
was happening to Deb.  Given that she had gotten me into this I planned to
enjoy it a lot.  Stella stood behind Deb with a leather paddle that was as
long as a baseball bat.  Stella wielded it with two hands to deliver a blow
to Deb's rear that hit with a loud splat.  That resulted in Deb opening her
mouth wide and screaming like a banshee.  God that must hurt but no more
than it did when Lois did the same to me.  My cock was hard as a rock
thanks to Ben and Lois's diligent efforts at cock sucking.  Lois had my
balls completely in her mouth while Ben was sucking up and down on a cock
hardened by the prospect of seeing my wife whipped into unconsciousness.



   As Deb's scream from Stella's first smack trailed off, Bill's full arm
swing of the cat landed directly across her tits.  You could tell from the
sound and the way it flattened the breast that Bill had put his full force
behind it.  I thought Deb's first scream was as loud as she could make but
she surprised me by producing a much louder second.  God I wondered if
people who did this often should wear noise protectors like I did at the
Manhattan Gun Club.  My cock was slipping in and out Ben's warm wet mouth;
but Lois's lips were wrapped around my ball sack like a cock ring.  No way
I was going to cum.



   Stella's next went to the back of Deb's upper thighs.  Stella must spend
some time in the batting cage.  She swung like she was in a home run derby
with Mark McGuire and Sammy Sosa.  She planted her feet, took a few
practice swings to address the place on Deb's body she was aiming for, then
wound up and delivered what appeared to be a out of the park home run on my
wife's posterior.  Also, you could tell when Stella wound up for each blow,
she had some very well developed muscles in her shoulders and arms.  Each
time resulted in my wife, who by the way had signed us up for this little
party, screaming in pain.



   Bill, on the other hand, employed a technique where his wrist created a
last minute snap in the cat that intensified the sting Deb felt when the
blow landed.  His second blow landed on her flat little tummy that she
spent hours at the gym maintaining.  That caused her to let out a stream of
piss that splattered on the stone floor.



   "Excellent, truly excellent" shouted Ben taking his mouth off my cock to
complement Bill on whipping the pee out of my wife.  Under ordinary
circumstances, Deb would have been humiliated to loose control of her
bladder in front of friends but she was beyond caring.  She would have
taken a shit too but the Cameron's had made sure she had no shit to let go
of.



   As I watched Ben and Lois work on Deb, I was forced to admit that she
was having the worst of it.  Lois, who worked on my ass, was nowhere near
as savage with the long handled leather paddle as Stella.  And Ben was not
the artist with the whip that Bill Stedman was.  Some things had been
pretty equal.  I assumed being dog fucked by Alphonse was pretty much the
same as having Gaston's cock in your ass.  There was also that mean looking
spiked dildo used on Deb where all I got was a cock up my ass.  And for
that matter, the tit press with the tacks was worse than what they did to
my balls.  I did not wind up with tack punctures in my nuts and my blood
dripping on the floor.



   When I thought back of all that we had experienced and not to say that
what was done to me was not painful enough, I had to conclude that Deb had
the worst of it.  Well, it served her right.  I had once read that women in
general have a higher tolerance for pain than men.  Maybe, the Cameron's
were acting on that premise.  Well, no matter, I had no objections to them
torturing the shit out of my wife while I went outside and played Frisbees
with Alphonse and Gaston.  But I was not to be that lucky.



   Bill and Stella worked Deb over to where she could not scream more. 
They would strike and she could only moan.  Her body was covered with
marks. I could not see her rear but her front was marked from the top of
her breasts to her knees.  Bill had managed to land several blows on her
clitoris and labial lips so they were inflamed and swollen.  In fact, her
clit, and Deb had a big one, was sticking out like a little cock.  It was
bright red.  There was blood dripping from her breasts and there was a
particularly nasty slash across her upper abdomen.



   Stella grabbed a spray bottle and started to apply it liberally over
Deb's abrasions.  I must say that brought Deb around.  It was hydrogen
peroxide.  I can only imagine how it felt when it came in contact with her
numerous cuts.  Deb commenced to scream again.



   "Now, dear, we would not want you to get infected." Said Stella as Deb
sort of danced around trying to deal with the pain.  Well, they had
promised they would be concerned about hygiene and safety.



   My two-person blowjob ceased which was disappointing because it felt
terrific.  I had at least hoped that this phase of our "education" was
completed but I was wrong.  The four of them returned to the whip
assortment to make a new selection.  I heard a whirring sound and realized
that someone was trying out a whip slicing it through the air.



   Ben appeared in front of me with a mean looking ridding crop.  I had no
idea what Lois had behind me but I was about to find out.  I looked over at
Deb and saw that Stella was down on her knees licking between Deb's legs.
Bill had apparently loosened Deb's restraints because she was slightly
leaned forward and he was working his cock into her cunt.  Deb's eyes
looked glazed and there was drool coming out of the corner of her mouth.



   "Watch your husband, Deborah.  Watch Ben and Lois whip Nick.  Enjoy his
screams and the way he begs them to stop.  Take pleasure from his pain. 
Allow every stroke of the whip to increase your pleasure." Said Bill as he
was stroking his cock into my wife's pussy.  His hands were grabbing and
squeezing her tits.  Stella was licking and sucking her cunt.  I had to
admit in spite of what was facing me I was turned on and hard as an anvil.
Deb looked as if she had been hypnotized.  Her eyes stared directly at me,
but without a hint of recognition.



   In the next instant, my back exploded in pain.  Lois had selected some
sort of thin flexible whip.  It felt like someone had hit my back full
force with an old style car antenna.  I hope Deb was enjoying my screams
because I screamed as loud as I could.  My throat was getting raw.  Instead
of an immediate frontal blow, there was a lull that I took advantage of by
begging.



   "Please, don't hit me anymore.  Master Ben and Mistress Lois.  I can't
take this.  The pain is too much.  I'll do anything.  You're hitting me too
hard" I pleaded.  There were tears in my eyes and I found myself crying.



   "Hear him beg.  Does that give you pleasure?" I heard Bill speak into
Deb's ear as he was pounding her cunt and pinching a nipple.



   "Yes, God, yes.  I want to hear him beg and plead for mercy.  Whip him
till he is out of his mind with pain" Said Deb.



   Before I could quite internalize that my life partner had just asked for
me to be whipped into delirium, Ben brought the riding crop down on my
erect cock.  You know your first reaction to pain is to want to grab the
place where the pain is.  I wanted to grab my cock and roll up in a little
ball on the floor and scream and cry; but my arms are manacled straight
toward the ceiling and my feet can move maybe three inches at most.  Mother
of God let me grab my poor dick and keep it from being hit by the crop
again.  I screamed, "I can't take this.  Don't, for the love of God, please
don't hit me again."



   There were tears in my eyes.  My cock was on fire; but damn, it was
still hard.  Lois delivered the second stroke of that thin switch-like whip
she was using on my butt.  I jumped away as far as the restraints would
allow.  I begged some more.  I felt light headed and hoped I would pass
out; but Ben did a full arm swing that caught just the tip of my hard
pecker.  I jumped up and down and screamed for them to stop.



   "You're begging for the wrong thing.  If you learn to love the pain,
then you will come to see it as a friend.  You must understand that to a
submissive, pain is a form of pleasure.  Nick, look at your cock, It's hard
because the pain proves how alive it is.  Your cock wants that pain." Said
Ben



   Well, I had an epiphany.  Ben was right.  I needed to embrace this cruel
torture and then I would be all right.  My cock understood even if my brain
did not.  It was erect and hard, full of blood waiting for the next blow.
Which came when Lois sent that cane right into the crack of my ass.  It
went perfectly between my checks to land on my butt hole but the tip
smacked into my balls.  A man's gonads are always sensitive and mine had
been sensitized even more than normal by the last several hours of torture.
But in spite of the feeling that my nut sack had been split apart, I
screamed, "I understand now.  Please whip my cock." And Ben responded with
a vicious blow to my erect penis.



   "Yes, oh yes, whip it, whip it harder" I screamed.



   Lois responded by caning my legs, which set me to dancing in my chains.
It continued that way for God knows how long.  They whipped me and I begged
them to strike harder.  Then all of a sudden Ben stopped.  He knelt down
and took me in his mouth.  Lois doubled her pace and was whipping furiously
at my back.  In one plane I was barely conscious but in a certain plane, my
back and cock were connected.  Each blow to my rear sent a jolt of pleasure
directly to my cock that was nestled safe and warm in Ben's wet, sucking
mouth.  Finally, I felt an undeniable pressure in my balls that signaled a
load of cum had been tortured from me.  I gave in and let it spew forth
into Ben's mouth.  He signaled Lois to stop and sucked powerfully as each
spurt flowed into his mouth.  I would have to say it was the most powerful
orgasm I had ever experienced.  I had nothing left.



   When I looked up, I saw that everyone was smiling.  I guess I had just
reached an orgasm while being whipped.  Later, I would find out that was
considered remarkable in a new and inexperienced submissive.  Everyone
except Deb was looking very pleased.  She looked disappointed that they
were not still whipping me to oblivion.  They removed the manacles and Bill
brought me a straight chair to sit in while I drank a bottle of Evian. 
When I sat down, I realized how tender my ass was.



   "That was truly excellent, Nick, something not often seen.  Ben and
Stella, I want to thank you for inviting us over to participate" said Bill
who then shook my hand.  My God, you would have thought I had just made the
winning point in one of their polo matches.



   Bill and Stella got busy with Deb.  They put a leather contraption
around her waist that looked like a narrow belt.  But it was connected to
two smaller belts that they bucked around her upper thighs.  Effectively,
the purpose of the waist belt was to hold in place the thigh belts, keeping
them from slipping down her legs.  Next they attached these little elastic
pieces that ended in a clamp to the thigh belts.  When I realized the
purpose of this, I was impressed.  They elastic pieces were adjustable and
when the clamps were attached to Deb's pussy lips, they held them wide
apart.  There was Deb's clitoris and fuck hole completely exposed.  There
was the little man in the boat directly above her cunt opening.  It was
stuck out all red and proud, exposed for a solid blow with the ridding crop
that Bill was flexing.  When you think about it, it was sort of ingenious
the way it opened her up.  After what she had wished on me, I could only
hope they whipped her female parts till they were raw and bleeding.  I
guess I was not in a forgiving mood.



   Stella started with a full windup blow with a narrow cane to Deb's rear.
The cane made a whistling sound as it came through the air to land with a
loud smack on Deb's butt.  Deb more screeched than screamed.  You could
tell she was in enormous pain.  Her body shook and twisted in the chains as
she started to beg them to stop.



   "I've had enough.  I can't take anymore.  I'll do anything but please,
please, don't whip me again." Said Deb.



   Bill punctuated her pleadings with a hard blow that slammed into her
twat with enough force to practically lift her off the ground.  I can
imagine what the little man in the boat thought when the crop landed.  Her
clitoris stood out further and was redder than I had ever seen before.  In
spite of the fact that I had just dumped a very full load in Ben's mouth,
that I was getting aroused again.  My she looked hot, covered in whip
marks, fiery red cunt tortured with pain, and a look in her eyes of pure
excruciating agony.  Ben and Stella whipped on but Deb had lost her voice
and just whimpered loudly every time a blow landed.  I stifled the urge to
grab another whip off the wall and join in.  Bill landed a couple of blows
to her upper inner thighs and that restarted her screaming.



   I guess it would be a fair question why a husband would enjoy his wife's
pain.  I'm not sure I know the answer.  The afternoon had been a period of
self-discovery as far as I was concerned.  I had learned that drinking piss
was easier than eating shit, enemas could hurt like hell if you were forced
to hold them for a period of time, that being restrained and tortured was
very painful, that having sex with a dog was tolerable, and that sucking
cock and being fucked in the ass with one was terrific.  I also learned
there was a relationship between pain and pleasure but it took a certain
amount of expertise to reach that point.



   Looking over at Deb, I am not quite sure what she had learned other than
eating shit turned her on.  She seemed totally blanked out.  Her head was
down and she let out a loud whimper each time, the whip landed.  I relaxed,
drank my water, and let my cock get hard as they worked Deb over.  After a
few minutes they stopped and let Deb sort of hang there, completely
exhausted from the pain.  Ben came over and put his hand on my shoulder.



   "Nick, want to join Bill and I in fucking Deb?  Has she ever had cock in
all three holes at once?" asked Ben



   "I would love to.  I don't think she has ever had two men at once, let
along three." I replied.



   Stella placed a large mat on the floor as Lois removed Deb from her
chains.  The mat reminded me of something you would find in a high school
gym.  It was maybe 2 meters wide and three meters wide and about 2 inches
thick.  Lois helped her over to the mat and Deb sat down on it drinking a
bottle of Evian water.  Everyone needed a break so we all just sat quietly
for a few minutes.



   "Deborah, Bill and I are going to screw you and we have asked Nick to
join us.  After we're done, Lois and Stella will play with you for a while.
I must say you performed terrifically under the whip and just watching you,
I'm hard as rock, as I'm sure Bill and Nick are." Said Ben



   Deb looked up from her position on the floor and said, "That would be
terrific, Master.  I want the three of you to fuck me as hard and long as
you want."



   It was good to hear that Deb still had game.  I had thought she was
finished; but she brightened up considerably at the prospect of a good old
fashion fucking.  I was not sure she comprehended that we intended to use
all her holes at once.  I also wondered how her sore cunt would react when
a dick slammed into it.  I wondered if the playtime with Lois and Stella
would be limited to muff diving or the two mistresses would be going in for
something more exotic.



   "Nick, go over and lie on the mat and let Deb mount your cock." Said
Ben.



   I got up from my chair and gingerly trotted over and lay down on my back
beside Deb.  I was hard but I gave it a couple of strokes to make sure. 
Deb leaned over and licked the tip then sucked me for maybe a minute to
bring me to my maximum.  She swung her leg over me as she got on top and
grabbed my cock in one hand and slipped it inside her pussy.  She gave out
a "yowl" as she realized how sore she was.  But the lady was wet and I slid
right inside that hot pussy.  She looked a little pained as she moved up
and down on me.  I thought about that mean looking spiked dildo that Stella
had rammed in her cunt and I was surprised she could handle my meat inside
what must have been a badly scraped up love tunnel.  But I had to face it.
My Deb was a player.  A few minutes ago, I would have said she was done for
the day but five minutes rest and a drink of water and she's ready for
triple penetration.



   I looked up to see Bill feeding her his cock.  She was licking his cock
head like a five year old with an ice cream cone.  I felt movement between
my legs and that was Ben preparing Deb's ass hole with some lubricant.  He
had a tube of jell in one hand and he was using his fingers to work it into
her asshole



   "Deb, Ben tells me you are a piss slut.  I'm going to slowly empty my
bladder into your mouth and I want you to swallow every drop." Said Bill to
Deb as she sucked away.



   "Please give me your piss, Master Bill," said Deb.



   Given that my face was directly below Bill's cock and Deb's mouth, I
hoped she could handle it.



   "Here it comes," said Bill who must have started to pee because I could
see Deb's throat begin swallowing.  After a few seconds, I smelled pee. 
This went on for quite a while as Bill emptied his bladder into my wife's
mouth.



   "I'm almost done.  Share the last mouthful with Nick," said Bill



   I was beyond caring at this point.  Deb dutifully leaned down and
pressed her lips against mine and let a half mouthful of urine trickle into
my oral cavity.  I am not sure that pee will ever be a major turn on for me
but it was hot taking another man's out of my wife's mouth.  I swallowed my
share and Deb's and I tongue kissed with the strong taste of piss in my
mouth.



   Deb grunted as Ben slid his cock in her ass.  We were all three inside
Deb so we started to fuck her in earnest.  Ben started spanking her ass
checks as he stroked inside her.  I was surprised the degree to which I
could feel with my cock his cock moving in and out her bowels.  Each time
he moved.  I could feel his dick traveling inside her.



   Right above my face, Bill was getting sucked.  His balls were only
inches above my nose.  Bill pulled out of Deb's mouth a couple of times and
plunged his cock into my mouth.  Lois and Stella were watching us from a
few feet away.  Deb loved the three ways.  My wife was literally in sex
heaven.  Three big cocks were inside her body working back and forth.  She
was moaning and every once in a while, she took Bill's cock out of her
mouth to say something like "Oh God, I love this.  Its feels so good having
all these cocks inside my body." I had always known Deb liked sex more than
most.  Now I understood just how far she could go to get what she wanted.



   "This is a tight ass.  I'm going to shoot my load." Said Ben



   "I'm ready too" announced Bill which galvanized me to unload my sperm in
Deb.



   "Deborah, share with Nick," said Bill.  Once again Deb leaned down and
filled my mouth with cum from her lips.  I swallowed Bill's jism as Deb
rolled off me on to her back.  I wondered if we had completed our S&M
education.



   "Only one more thing." Said Ben who must have been reading my mind.



   "Stella and Lois are going to play with Deborah." Said Ben



   The two wives walked over to Deb each carrying a can of a white solid.
They were wearing rubber gloves.  Lois reached into her can and pulled out
a handful of the white goop that looked to be the consistency of axle
grease.  I had caught a whiff of the can's content as the wives walked past
and it took me a moment to recognize the smell.  It was Crisco or something
like Crisco because the cans did not have any markings.  I recalled the
term 'hydrogenated fat'.  I could only suppose they intended to use it as
lubricant.



   Lois started to work the handful of white goop into Deb's pussy opening.
Lois quickly began on a second handful and she quickly had four fingers
inside Deb's twat.  Now Deb has a tight pussy although the day's activity
had probably loosened it up quite a bit but I was starting to get impressed
with how far Lois had gotten in such a short time.  All of a sudden, the
light dawned in my pain-weakened brain and I realized Lois planned to fist
fuck Deborah.



   Lois was on her third or fourth handful of cooking fat when I saw her
entire hand disappear in Deb's opening.  Deb had begun to moan.  Stella
reached a hand in to stroke Deb's clitoris that was covered in the goop. 
Lois pulled her hand out, made a fist and then forced it inside my wife
stretched out cunt.  Lois kept repeating the process until her fist was
sliding though the opening without too hard a push.  Then Lois began to go
deeper inside my wife.  I had once seen a woman fist fucked in a porn
movie; but it is quite another thing to see your wife spread wide, her cunt
and thighs slick with kitchen fat and a fist sliding home all the way to
the wrist.



   "I'm going in all the way to her cervix." Said Lois who proceeded to
slide her arm inside Deborah all the way to her forearm.



   "Deborah, can you feel my wiggling my fingers inside you?" asked Lois.



   "Yes, Mistress, it feels so strange." Responded Deb.  Her eyes were
closed and she was moaning in between short breaths.



   "There's the opening to your uterus.  Can you feel that?" asked Lois.



   "Yes, Mistress, you are so deep inside me." Said Deb



   Lois and Stella traded places.  Lois sat down where her cunt was
directly at the top of Deb's head and reached forward and took Deb's feet
that were handed to her by Stella and pulled them toward her to where Deb
was bent double.  I thought to myself now they have access to both Deb's
holes.  Stella slipped one hand inside Deb's pussy and left it there.  One
handedly she took more kitchens fat and using her fingers, worked it into
Deb's asshole.  I was enthralled with this.  My cock had gotten hard again.
That was surprising given the number of times I had reached orgasm and the
pain it had endured.  But unless you had ever seen two dominas working
their fists into your wife's fuck holes, you don't know what a hot scene
is.



   I was so enthralled I was startled when I looked up and there were Bill
and Ben each with a can of fat and latex gloved hands gesturing for me to
roll over on my back and lift my legs.  I heard Deb let out a sharp breath.



   "I can feel both your hands inside me." Said Deb.



   I looked over to see that Stella had both her arms inside Deb,
practically to her elbows.  Bill held my legs in the air as Ben began to
finger large globs of white grease into my ass.  I know that fisting is
something gay guys do.  I once saw a photo exhibit at a museum by a famous
photographer that included several black and white photos of men being
fisted.



   "Three fingers" Ben announced.  I felt myself being pushed open and more
grease applied.



   "Four fingers, Nick, but you are going to take my entire fist," said
Ben.



   "Oh my God, I feel so tight." I heard Deb say.  I twisted my head to see
that Stella and Lois each had a hand inside Deb's pussy.  Only Stella's
fist was in Deb's ass but Lois was starting to push a finger in beside
Stella's wrist.  I let out a moan as Ben's hand went inside my ass.  Ben
began to stroke in and out my ass going a little deeper each time.  Someone
took my cock in his mouth and I looked down to see Bill giving me head. 
Wow, maybe next week, I could casually mention at work that I had met Bill
Stedman and one of my rivals for partner would say in a voice dripping with
envy "What was the occasion?" And I could reply, "He was sucking my dick
and fist fucking my ass." Nope, Don't think I would do that but it's funny
thinking about it.



   I did a visual check on Deborah and she had two fists in her cunt and a
fist and several fingers inside her ass.  I turned back around as Ben got
serious and slowly slid his arm inside my bowels.



   "How do you like being fist fucked?" asked Ben



   "It's wonderful and I love what Master Bill is doing with my cock." I
replied.



   "Bill gives a great blowjob.  Here, can you feel me tickle your
prostrate?" asked Ben



   "Yes, yes, that's very different." I replied.  My cock was getting hard
again due to Bill's cock sucking and Ben's handling of my prostate.



   "She's going to pop again." I heard Stella say referring to Deb's
impending orgasm.  Deb started chanting "oh yea" over and over again,
getting louder each time.  Stella was slamming her arms into Deb's opening
in a blur.  Lois had taken Deb's clitoris in her mouth and was sucking it
like it was a mini-cock.  Deb went into a climax that continued for a good
two minutes.  At the end, both Stella arms were inside her body.  I think
Deb passed out because she just collapsed to the ground like someone
letting the air out of a balloon.



   Ben penetrated me practically to his elbow.  I had a man's arm inside
me. That was certainly an unanticipated first for me.  If I had been asked
this morning on the way here, if I were going to be fist fucked I would
have looked at the questioner like he was crazy.  But here I was, ass
packed with Crisco, cock being sucked and an arm up further inside me that
I would have thought possible.  I just let go and climaxed in Bill
Stedman's hungry mouth.  He swallowed my jism as it spurted.  When I had
finished my load, he kissed me and I tasted my own cum in his mouth.  Wow,
it had been a mind-blowing experience.  No one had to say anything but you
could tell it was over.



   "Time to shower off and call it quits for today" Ben announced.



   Everyone got to their feet and went back to the room where we had been
given enemas.  There were half a dozen showerheads and they were not
designed by a group of environmentalists attempting to preserve the
nation's water supply.  Everyone relaxed as we all took a long hot shower.
The shower scene reminded me of a sports locker room if your sport was S&M.
I soaped up Lois and played with her tits while Stella washed my cock.  Ben
and Bill washed Deb.  Stella stuck a nozzle up my ass to wash out some of
the grease.  I looked over to see Ben squirting a stream of warm water into
Deb's snatch.  Regardless, I had a feeling my ass would be leaking Crisco
for a week.  The warm water and steam created a sensual atmosphere that
would have generated more sex if everyone were not fucked out.



   When we got back upstairs, it was about to get dark.  I looked at my
watch and calculated we had been in their dungeon for almost six hours.  I
was sore as hell but completely relaxed.  The cook had prepared an evening
meal that the Cameron's could just warm up and serve.  Deb went with the
Lois and Stella to bring dinner to the table while I sat on the terrace
with Bill and Ben watching the sun set.  I was drinking a glass of Ben's
very fine single malt Scotch.



   "Well, Nick, we covered a lot of ground today but there's still much to
S&M that remain to be experienced." Said Ben.



   "Really, we seemed to do a lot.  What's left?" I asked



   "Many things, torture by electricity, tickling, asphyxiation, to name
only a few." Said Ben



   "And of course, there are the fetishes such as rubber.  Did you wrap
them, Ben?" asked Bill



   "No, I did not.  I never got off on that one myself.  Besides, I never
replenished my supply of wrap after our last party," Said Ben



   "Wrapping, what's that?" I asked



   "Normally, you take the sub and wrap them in clear plastic wrap to where
any type of movement is impossible.  You wrap them like an Egyptian mummy.
There are subs who love to be wrapped tight and left for hours." Ben said



   "Does not sound very exciting." I said



   "It's not unless you're into it, By the way, you're a lucky man. 
Deborah is a Class A S&M slut.  I think you could train her to do almost
anything." Said Ben



   "Your average Manhattan girl isn't keen on eating shit and drinking
piss. You got a real treasure in that girl.  Lois says she eats pussy
better than anyone she ever met.  And Lois ought to know, she is one of
four sisters," Bill said



   "Deb is amazing.  She can do anything with that mouth of hers.  I first
went out with her because my buddy, who had been dating Deb, said she gave
the best head he had ever experienced.  I had to find out for myself." I
replied.



   "Your buddy made a mistake in letting her get away." Said Bill



   "Well, we're having an S&M party in three weeks and we want the two of
you to come for the weekend.  There will be about 10 other couples.  Bill
and Lois will be co-hosting.  Can we count on you?" asked Ben



   "I sure we can make it.  I'll look forward to it." I replied thinking
about ten more women I could possibly stick my cock in.  Hell, I was
bi-sexual now and there would be husbands that I could play with.  Cock and
pussy would be everywhere.  This was turning out far better than I
expected.



   "Nick, I don't think you are a submissive like Deborah.  I'm going to
give you the name of a tailor in Manhattan that can fit you up in some
leathers.  You should come to the party as a dominant Master.  I'll select
two subs, maybe Beth Parker and Ellen Griswold, and I'll show you how to
put them through their paces.  Beth is a like Deb, a real pain slut that
you can whip to orgasm." Ben said



   "I'll entertain Deborah while you're downstairs with Beth and Ellen. 
Since she's a new, we'll set her up for a gangbang.  Do you think she would
object?" asked Bill



   "I think she would love it." I replied



   "Okay, let's plan on it," Said Ben



   I'll leave the happenings of the party for another story.  Being
associated with Bill Stedman resulted in my making partner that year.  He's
seen that I get credit for a lot of new legal business with Stedman
controlled properties.



   Bill has a certain gay side so he and I get together at an apartment he
keeps near Central Park.  I've been there when there were ten studs walking
around with hard cocks, just begging to fill holes.



   Since that weekend at the Cameron's, I've had sex with what seems like
half the population of the Hamptons.  Ben called it right I am a dominant.
I love to take one of the ladies down to Ben or Bill's dungeons, tie them
up and whip them till they beg me to stop.  That's a real power trip.



   Deb's talent for muff diving results in frequent invitations to the
Cameron's condo over on Park for what they refer to as "all girl weekends".
Deb says they go through several large cans of Crisco.  She showed me one
of the strap on dildos they use.  Size definitely counts in that crowd.



   Deb's horrible gross talent for eating shit got us introduced to Ted and
Pinkie.  I overcame my reluctance to scat when Ted turned out to be CEO of
a Fortune 100 multi-national corporation.  I've taken a dump in Ted' mouth,
and for that matter, Pinkie's too and of course, they've reciprocated. 
I've also gotten several million dollars of his company's legal business,
enough to compensate for swallowing his turds.  Deb has turned out to be
the darling of the scat crowd.  She says its best when it's hot and coming
right out of the asshole.  I must admit you can attach a certain swagger if
you are capable of dining on excrement.  It separates you from the masses.



   Thanks to BDSM in all its many forms, our careers are on the fast track.
I was just informed I would be made a senior partner at the end of the
quarter.  Deb is now a full-fledged editor for fiction and handling several
best sellers.



   Funny, what can get you ahead in these times.









   
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